Flair (2)
Valeria shot Lucavion a questioning look as they made their way toward the Iron Matron. "Why do you always go there?" she asked, her tone laced with genuine curiosity. "Out of all the places in this city, you keep coming back to that inn."
Lucavion tilted his head, feigning surprise. "What do you mean, 'always'? We've been to a good number of places, haven't we?"
She arched an eyebrow, conceding his point. "True, we've tried different places. But it doesn't change the fact that the Iron Matron is where we end up most often."
Lucavion chuckled, clearly amused by her observation. "I suppose you're right about that," he said, nodding. "Though I'll say the food is worth it. It's rare to find an inn that actually puts care into its dishes."
Valeria gave him a skeptical look. "And?"
He glanced at her, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "And… well, that place can offer me a certain kind of protection."